I merely point out that what you and I believe, or disbelieve, does not create or destroy reality no matter how noble our convictions might be.
Race plays different in different places.
Illegal looking Mexicans make me wet my pants no matter where they are. (not speaking English, clothes and a odd way of acting towards female cardboard cutouts in a store)
Mostly, I’ve never ever had a problem with black folk. Ever. Black folk are the same as me, Americans with some chitheads sprinkled in, just like white folk.
Of course I’ve never lived in the city and sure the heck never want to. Black people are certainly my brethren and friend before all the freakin’ illegals!
Black people and white people will soon wake up and realize their common interests. City folk—they will probably never realize a thing.
But yes, I have fear of some black men and just about any male who dresses a particular way and doesn’t speak English.(victim of crime causes my feelings)